When his mouth lifted from hers, she realized her fingers had entwined themselves in his hair and she didn’t even remember doing it. Her heart was racing in her chest and her pussy was so wet her panties were soaked through, and it was a wonder the moisture hadn’t seeped through her jeans to leave a wet spot on the sofa. She hoped to God she hadn’t, because she didn’t think she could handle being ashamed and humiliated again. Damian distracted her from her thoughts when he tugged on a strand of her hair and when she turned to face him, the hunger in his eyes caused her heart to stutter and her breath to hitch in her throat. She realized the ache deep down inside her wasn’t just because of physical need. The ache was lodged in her heart and wouldn’t let go. Melissa felt like she was supposed to be here with these two men. The thought of leaving and never seeing them again was so abhorrent that tears burned the back of her eyes.
